"Red Army Blues"



When I left my home and my family
My mother said to me
"Son, it's not how many Germans you kill that counts
It's how many people you set free!"

So I packed my bags
Brushed my cap
Walked out into the world
Seventeen years old
Never kissed a girl

Took the train to Voronezh
That was as far as it would go
Changed my sacks for a uniform
Bit my lip against the snow
I prayed for mother Russia
In the summer of '43
And as we drove the Germans back
I really believed
That God was listening to me

We howled into Berlin
Tore the smoking buildings down
Raised the red flag high
Burnt the reichstag brown
I saw my first American
And he looked a lot like me
He had the same kinda farmer's face
Said he'd come from some place called Hazzard, Tennessee

Then the war was over
My discharge papers came
Me and twenty hundred others
Went to Stettiner for the train
Kiev! said the commissar
From there your own way home
But I never got to Kiev
We never came by home
Train went north to the Taiga
We were stripped and marched in file
Up the great siberian road
For miles and miles and miles and miles
Dressed in stripes and tatters
In a gulag left to die
All because Comrade Stalin was scared that
We'd become too westernized!

Used to love my country
Used to be so young
Used to believe that life was
The best song ever sung
I would have died for my country
In 1945
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
But now only one thing remains
The brute will to survive!

"Room To Roam"



You go yours
And I'll go mine
The many ways we'll wend
Many days
And many ways
Ending in one end

Many a wrong and its curing song
Many a road and many an inn
Room to roam but only one home
For all the world to win

So you go yours
And I'll go mine
And the many many ways we'll wend
Many days and many ways
Ending in one end

"Savage Earth Heart"



Ooooh!
...let me see the savage
I want to see the savage coming
Crashing through your face
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
Cuts through

I wanna be a witness
Or a victim to your spell
Crackling in lightening
Dressed in shadows
Red like a carousel

I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
...cuts through

Will you lay all of your
Deepest wildest secrets bare?
Will you let all of those
Rumbling old gods take rage?
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
Cuts through!

Then I was taken smoothly
By the vulture of the soul
That hideous strength
That numbs the tongue
And he led me like a cinder
Through the fields of hell
To doubt my friends and to hate myself
But when my savage earth heart
...cuts through
When my savage earth heart
Cuts through
Then my savage earth heart
...cuts through
And the culture of the soul laid waste

"Seek The Light"



Seek the light
Find the light
Feel the light
Be the light

"September 1913"



What need you being come to sense
But fumble in a greasy till
And add the halfpence to the pence
And prayer to shivering prayer until.

You've dried the marrow from the bone
For men were born to pray and save, pray and save
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave.

Yet they were of a different kind
Those names that stilled your childish play
They have gone about the world like wind
But little time had they to pray.

For whom the hangman's rope was spun
And what, God help us, could they save, could they save?
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave.

Was it for this the wild geese spread?
The grey wing upon every tide
For this that all that blood was shed
For this Fitzgerald died.

And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone
All that delirium of the brave of the brave
Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave.

Yet could we turn the years again
And we call those exiles as they were
In all their loneliness and pain
You'd cry: 'Some woman's yellow hair..'

'Has maddened every mother's son'
They weighed so lightly what they gave, what they gave
But let them be, they're dead and gone
They're with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave.

But let them be, they're dead and gone
They're with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave.

Romantic Ireland's dead and gone
It's with O'Leary in the grave, in the grave
In the grave, in the grave, in the grave, in the grave, in the grave.

(In the grave, in the grave)
(In the grave, in the grave)
(In the grave, in the grave)
(In the grave, in the grave)

"She Is So Beautiful"
(performed by Mike Scott)



She is so beautiful
I've got no words to describe
The way she makes me feel inside
I'm flying solo
As free as light as a bird
Yet I could lay my wings down in a moment
To guard and comfort her

She is so beautiful
Light-filled, loving and wise
Laughter dancing in her eyes
All my road is before me
And I never did plan on a wife
Yet she's the most beatiful soul
I ever have met in this life

For she is like a song
She is like a ray of light
She is like children pRaying
Like harps and bells and cymbals playing
And she is like a wind
Moving, soothing, bringing joy
And here am I, destroyed
She is so beautiful
I don't know what I'm going to do when I leave
Except grieve

"She Tried To Hold Me"



She tried to hold me
She tried to hold me
She didn't know
Love is letting go

She said ‘I'm looking for perfection'
As she strode in my direction
She cast her mantle round me,
Said ‘I'm completed since you found me'
She executed her enchantment
Secreted me in her encampment
With diversions and pretences
She dismantled my defences

She tried to hold me
She tried to hold me
She didn't know
Love is letting go

She told me I was unrealistic
And then she went ballistic
In her powder blue pajamas,
Me some flotsam in her drama
She said “love's what I believe in”
But inside she was seething
With a cyclone raging under
Like she was skin surrounding thunder

She tried to hold me
She tried to hold me
She didn't know
Love is letting go

I made it to the stairwell
In the street I muttered farewell
With a driving wind again me
And shame exploding in me
It took me six years to begin again
To feel secure in my own skin again
For she lingered like uranium
Like a demon in my cranium

She tried to hold me
She tried to hold me
She didn't know
Love is letting go

All this was long ago now
And if I knew then what I know now
I'd have deployed a little patience
I'd have laughed at all her stipulations
But I was young and I fumbled
A boy-fool whose castle crumbled
I couldn't save her
Though I forgave her

She tried to hold me
She tried to hold me
She didn't know
Love is letting go

"Silent Fellowship"



n silent fellowship
In silence we sit
In the morning gold

"Sleek White Schooner"



I dreamed I saw you sailing in
Upon a sleek white schooner
You were skimming over the shallow seas,
Coming into harbour,
Healing on your brow
In the hard, fateful, brand new
Twenty-first century

The cargo you were carrying
Was richer than riches,
Golder than gold and yet more real than real
And the light that came a-flashing
From the new born babe in your arms
Was a pealing of thunder, a cannonball flying
A sun exploding, Dawn in the heart of me

I stood there on the shoreline
Looking out over to sea
And I watched your white sail
Sparkling on the horizon
You were coming into harbour
Healing on your brow
In the hard, fateful, brand new
Twenty-first century

"Some of My Best Friends Are Trains"



Flashman's in the belfry shouting as loud as he can
Samson's up all night again talking about himself
What a wonderful man
And I'm just wild about Ronnie
And Ronnie's just wild about me
I saw him selling winter coats on the Portobello Road
I thought I bet he wishes he was really working for the NME

When the gang came down here again
And they're phoning up Australia and they call each other names
And they all just wanna look like Richard Hell and Tom Verlaine
Some of my best friends are trains

Now Steven's in a sweat, he just can't read Kerouac books
And Robin's all excuses, says he can't find much but he does look
He goes up to the playfair
he goes down with the stars
He goes wild all the weekend in a girlfriend's car
And he calls me from Chelsea and he says it's such a thrill
And though I don't believe a word but he keeps me talking

Til the gang come down here again
And they're phoning up Australia and they call each other names
And they all just wanna look like Richard Hell and Tom Verlaine
some of my best friends are trains

And did you ever have
One of those days
Where the world's wide open
And you can do anything
And you can go anywhere
And you don't have to think
About who you'll offend
Every time that you even blink
I'm going to the station where a big red train
Is waiting to take me to the country again
Then you'll come from Yonkers but why should I care
It'll rain and rain for days and days and you know I won't be there

When the gang come down here again
And they're phoning up Australia and they call each other names
And they all just wanna look like Richard Hell and Tom Verlaine
Some of my best friends

Yeah the gang come down here again
And they're calling up Australia and they're scaring all my friends
And they all just wanna look like Hell and Verlaine
Some of my best friends are trains

"Somebody Might Wave Back"



Seven O'clock in the morning and I'm riding the overnight train
I've got ten tonnes of luggage but I left it behind when I came
I look at my watch, says September seventeen
We're riding past some place where I've never been
And I'm waving through the window as we go
Somebody says "Well, hey, what are you waving at?"
Well what have I got to lose
Somebody might wave back

Seven O'clock in the morning and I'm carrying bags under my eyes
Been awake all night, counting the hours to sunrise
(Drawing patterns/Beating rhythms) on the tabletop
I lift my gaze and my mouth just dropped
Someone waving in the window at me
And I say "Hey there, what are you waving at?"
When he says "What do I have to lose,
Somebody might wave back"
What do I have to lose,
Somebody might wave back

"Something Fantastic"



Call her Ruth
'cos she knows the price
Call her Sandy
'cos heart is like ice
You can call her
Whatever you wish
Nothing can change
The person she is

Call her Maria
Her real name's Eve
Try not to slam the door
Or you'll wake her as you leave
You can tell by
The pictures on her wall
That she never really
Knew you at all

Everywhere I look
It's just looking into waste
I can't see any courage
Or hope in your face
You say there's no point
Of searching anymore
'Cos whatever I find
I'll have found before

I must be looking
For something fantastic!
And all this reality
It's such a test
You take what you're given
And I'll take my time
You in your small corner
And I in mine

"Something That Is Gone"



Something that is gone
Something that is gone
Something that I had just yesterday
But where I must have laid it
I really couldn't say
Something that was right
But now is wrong
Something that is gone

Something that I lost
Something that I lost
Something that I cradled in my hand
Something rather special
Ghat pertained to all my plans
I'm left here wondering what on earth it was
Something that I lost

Something that I missed
Something that I missed
I've looked all around my room
But it's not here
How can a thing of permanence
So swiftly disappear ?
Something is the cause of all of this
Something that I missed

"Song From The End Of The World"



Here is the smell of seafood pie
a broken tower on the open sky
a chain of islands rolling west
in sight of the house where we are guests

A rambling old river twists through the fields
ancient names imprinted on shields
Gifts arrive for a baby girl
born a queen at the end of the world

Furious music from an open door
The sound of feet beating on a stone floor
Always the wind, always the form
of an Elder God, hooved and horned

The head of the mountain lost in a cloud
a country woman, soft and proud
Into the bay the horses swirl
for we come to the sea at the end of the world

"Song Of Wandering Aengus"



I went out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread.

And when white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars were flickering out
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the ground
I went to blow the fire a-flame
But something rustled on the floor
And some one called me by my name.

It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands.

And walk among long dappled grass
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun
The silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun.

"Soon As I Get Home"



I shall wear a crown
I shall wear a crown
When it's all over
When it's all over

I shall see His face
I shall see His face
When it's all over
When it's all over

I shall wear a crown
I shall wear a crown
When it's all over
When it's all over

I'm gonna put on my robe, tell the story
Of how I made it over
I'm gonna put on my robe, tell the story
Of how I made it over
I'm gonna put on my robe, tell the story
Of how I made it over
Soon as I get Home

"Spirit"



Man gets tired
Spirit don't
Man surrenders
Spirit won't
Man crawls
Spirit flies
Spirit lives
When man dies

Man seems
Spirit is
Man dreams
The spirit lives
Man is tethered
Spirit free
What spirit
Is man can be

"Spiritual City"



Spiritual thought
Spiritual life
Spiritual city
Spiritual wife
Spiritual work
Spiritual war
Spiritual people
Spiritual law

Hey Ho sk'doodle-addle-o
Spiritual City gonna watch you grow
Hey Ho sk'doodle-addle-o
Spiritual City gonna watch you grow

Spiritual call
Spiritual tie
Spiritual seeker
Spiritual high
Spiritual need
Spiritual thirst
Spiritual beauty
Spiritual birth

Hey Ho sk'doodle-addle-o
Spiritual City gonna watch you grow
Hey Ho sk'doodle-addle-o
Spiritual City gonna watch you grow

Spiritual child
Spiritual man
Spiritual power
Spiritual land
Spiritual love
Spiritual rage
Spiritual vision
Spiritual age

Hey Ho sk'doodle-addle-o
Spiritual City gonna watch you grow
Hey Ho sk'doodle-addle-o
Spiritual City gonna watch you grow

Blood of the world, Mother of mine
Gonna see you rise higher in time
Blood of the world, Mother of mine
Gonna see you rise higher in time
Blood of the world, Mother of mine
Gonna see you rise higher in time
Blood of the world, mother of mine
Open your eyes and let 'em shine!

"Everybody's born to do a certain thing
And if you're dead jammy you find it.
And if you're good at it just keep doing it
Until you're fed up then do something else.
You're here to make babies and look after the place.
You know?"

"Spring Comes To Spiddal"



The lights are on in Standun's
And the spell has been broken
The roadside teahouse door
Is wide open
A sign on the wall
Says "American also spoken"
As Spring comes to Spiddal

The village girls go walking
By without their coats
The Irish gaelic college
Is alive again with folk
Farmers gather talking
Freed from Winter's yoke
As Spring comes to Spiddal

A tourist with a telescope
And a funny looking German bloke
And a billy goat
All invoke
The Summer soon to bloom

On a soft and fresh Atlantic air
A mist of pollen floats
On Galway Bay I spy
A gaily painted fishing boat
There's a rustle around the boreens
And a song on every throat
As Spring comes
To Spiddal

"Strange Arrangement"



It's a strange arrangement
I don't claim to understand it
I know I created it
But I never planned it

It's a strange arrangement
And I'm not proud
Well perhaps a little ashamed
If ashamed is allowed

At the death of the year
In a crucial hour
I exchanged the power of love
For the love of power
The invisible captain
Must be laughing out loud
I feel as if I'm wrapped inside a
Cloud within a cloud

It's a strange arrangement
And it's fascinating to see
Which way the worm turns
Especially when the worm is me

Runaway child
I wish you were here
The weather is uncommonly mild
For this time of year
But it's no cause for pity
And it's no reason to weep
Worse things can befall a man when he's
In his bed counting sheep

It's a strange arrangement
An accommodation deluxe
I'll send you a postcard
When I've had enough